Last weekend we had an almost idyllic weekend, weather wise. The winter was a cold and dreary winter which led into a couple pretty severe rainstorms, there was flooding everywhere, including my apartment. This, of course, had people all over New England ready to enjoy the s
un and warmth. After spending at least an hour, both Thursday and Friday, out walking along New Hampshire's seacoast with the peanut, my motivation was in good shape Saturday morning when I asked my cousin, Maria, if she wanted to go for a walk. I was thinking we would walk down the street to the lake, but Charlie had other ideas. He suggested we go on a breakfast hike by Stonehouse Pond. So we packed up some coffee in a thermos, stopped at the bakery to pick up some bagels and headed to the pond. The path was somewhat undefined, shall we say, and we had trouble keeping to it so we did a lot of bushwacking. We took
turns playing Sacagewea, Lewis and Clark, which seemed to fit our group pretty well. About halfway around the lake there is a sudden and steep uphill climb. We climbed to the top of the rock, took five minutes to catch our breath, and then relaxed and enjoyed the view. It was perfectly warm, but not too hot. The sky was blue, the sun was out and the coffee was still hot. It was perfection, one of those moments that makes you appreciate the small things in life. We spent about an hour soaking in the sun and enjoying the view before continuing down the other side of the rock and the rest of the way around the pond. I don't think we actually ever found the path on the other side, so we spent a lot of time pushing branches out of the way and hopping rocks across small brooks, until we reached the road to the car. There really is no more fantastic way to go "out" to breakfast.
un and warmth. After spending at least an hour, both Thursday and Friday, out walking along New Hampshire's seacoast with the peanut, my motivation was in good shape Saturday morning when I asked my cousin, Maria, if she wanted to go for a walk. I was thinking we would walk down the street to the lake, but Charlie had other ideas. He suggested we go on a breakfast hike by Stonehouse Pond. So we packed up some coffee in a thermos, stopped at the bakery to pick up some bagels and headed to the pond. The path was somewhat undefined, shall we say, and we had trouble keeping to it so we did a lot of bushwacking. We took 
turns playing Sacagewea, Lewis and Clark, which seemed to fit our group pretty well. About halfway around the lake there is a sudden and steep uphill climb. We climbed to the top of the rock, took five minutes to catch our breath, and then relaxed and enjoyed the view. It was perfectly warm, but not too hot. The sky was blue, the sun was out and the coffee was still hot. It was perfection, one of those moments that makes you appreciate the small things in life. We spent about an hour soaking in the sun and enjoying the view before continuing down the other side of the rock and the rest of the way around the pond. I don't think we actually ever found the path on the other side, so we spent a lot of time pushing branches out of the way and hopping rocks across small brooks, until we reached the road to the car. There really is no more fantastic way to go "out" to breakfast. 
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